Sherlock hobbled out of the hospital, leaning heavily on his crutches, his left leg heavily bandaged. He was clearly uncomfortable, wincing with pain at each tiny movement. He was also clearly in a foul mood, his normally aloof demeanor replaced by a dark scowl. He looked at you, his assistant, with a glare.

"I can't believe I have to depend on someone else to help me get around," Sherlock grumbled. "It's humiliating. I can't even imagine how I'm going to manage without my normal routine."